Innocence
Song: Selena Gomez - Naturally ( I was out of ideas. Sorry.)
Angel
I reach for my old teddy bear, Celeste. Her halo is faded and now a dingy beige. It's been years since I've ever even picked her up. I breathe in her flamiliar scent of the toystore and of Max. She's like a best friend, a Mom, and a leader all in one. But there is still weakness embedded, a perfectly set chain reaction that could be set off by a certain other avian, with one flick of his wrist. I'll keep on following her and being there for her as long I need to. She's my idea of beautiful and perfect. I suppose because I've never seen anything else, or that's at least what I've heard. But I don't believe it for a moment. I'm just me. Small, insigificant, and unimportant. Then again, I'm also Subject Eleven, with more powers than all the others. There's one place that I can always run, and that's to the piano. The old, dingy piano that's out-of-tune and in the barn nearby. I play a song that rips and tears, but also that bring silky sweet relief and tears. Chords, melodies, and harmonies. I brush my fingers across its yellowed keys and see a note lodged in between G and A. I pick it up, and open it. The ink is new, so my eyes widen even more when I read it.
Dear Angel,
Your predictions are always correct. That is why you'll be the first one to know. I'm leaving. It's the hardest thing that I've ever had to do, but I would never put Max in danger.
Keep her safe,
Fang.
That...that was a prediction that my Voice told me! It can't possibly be correct. I've done something that can't ever be reversed or changed. I'm horrible. I'm repulsive.
You're amazing. , my Voice whispers in a faint, chill tone.
Maybe it's right.